Poem: Quarantine Lullaby

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Quarantine Lullaby

By Molly Scales

The Humans have all gone quiet,

Sings the starling startled from its tree.

They’ve arranged a hibernation of their own,

Agree new-formed critters, barely beginning to be.

The roiling roads stop their churning.

The city sky ceases burning.

The Box People tuck themselves

Into Box Houses.


Some might even say


They wait in a hopeless hope

That the calm –

This intolerable calm-

Will not last.

I am so used to the world’s turning;

I find it an eerie apparition now

Without the lullaby of its howling.